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Fiona found herself in Conference Room C the next morning with the three women she had told Mr Star deserved to be milked.
There was an ominous row of somethings against one wall, objects the size of large filing cabinets, covered with sheets.
Mr Star was a little late, but he smiled when he walked in and saw the four buxom women waiting for him nervously.
“Ah, good morning, ladies,” he said. “I suppose you’re wondering why you’re all here.”
“Yes, sir,” said April Wessex nervously. April was looking particularly beautiful today – she was the kind of women rendered even more gorgeous by insecurity. Fiona had never acknowledged her bisexual crush on April prior to completing her report for Mr Star, but now that she had put the truth in writing – that she would enjoy sucking on April’s flawless E-cup tits – it was hard for Fiona to look at April without blushing.
“Well, I’m delighted to say that it’s probably good news, but potentially bad news,” said Mr Star. “The good news is that Giant Fuckbags here” – he pointed at Fiona – “has nominated you all for potential promotion to an exciting new position.”
The women looked at Fiona – and Fiona blushed with guilt to see that they seemed genuinely grateful to her. Because they had no idea yet what the “new position” was going to be.
“The bad news,” said Mr Star, “is that if you don’t accept the promotion I’m afraid I’ll have to fire you. And list your cause of dismissal as inappropriate sexual behaviour in the workplace.”
Britney Penders – young, beautiful, blonde, big-titted, and more than a little stupid – gaped at her boss, and said, “But, sir, we haven’t…”
“We’ll let the courts be the judge of that, shall we?” said Mr Star. “You can try to explain to the courts how I didn’t catch you rubbing men’s cum onto your face in the bathrooms, and how you didn’t fuck three of your co-workers at the same time in the car park, and I’ll subpoena your medical records and cross-examine you on your sexual history, and in the mean time I think you’ll have difficulty finding new jobs.”
The women stared at him in horror.
Mr Star pointed at Samantha Faulds, the bitchy redhead who Fiona had always hated, and who Fiona had nominated for this “promotion” as a form of revenge.
“What’s your name, sweet-cheeks?” he asked.
Samantha struggled to answer. “Samantha…”
Mr Star snapped his fingers. “Don’t care,” he said. “Red hair and white tits. I’ll call you Strawberry Cream. That’s your name now. Make sure your email address is changed by next week. Say thank you.”
“Th – thank you, sir,” stammered Samantha, completely taken aback.
“So what’s your new job?” asked Mr Star. “I’m glad you asked. You’re going to be test subjects. I have had considerable interest in the experience that Sweetmelons is going through. People interested in lactating women. They feel it makes women more feminine – and more pleasant, and more biddable. Some people would be very happy if every woman was lactating so heavily that she could barely do anything other than leak and moo.”
He pointed at April. “Do you want to be milked?” he asked her.
“N… no,” objected April, shaking her head.
“Wrong answer,” said Mr Star. “I take it you want to be fired then?”
“No!” said April, alarmed.
“If you don’t want to be fired, then take out your tits so I can see them, and say, ‘I am a cow and I deserve to be milked’,” said Mr Star.
April looked like she might cry. She dithered for a moment – and then, unhappily, she unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled her large breasts out of her bra.
“I am…” she mumbled. “I am a cow and I… I deserve to be milked.”
“Very good,” said Mr Star. “You can be Daisy Cowtits. What’s your name?”
“Daisy Cowtits,” whimpered April.
“Good,” said Mr Star. “I don’t want to hear you answer to any name in this office other than Daisy Cowtits.”
He looked at each of the girls, and then said, “Now, there’s two ways to get a woman to lactate. There’s the traditional way – which is, of course, knocking you up – or there’s induced lactation, which will require injections. Would any of you prefer to lactate the traditional way?”
They all shook their heads. None of them wanted to be impregnated for science.
“I thought as much,” said Mr Star. “If you will all undress, ladies.”
None of the women wanted to get undressed. The alternative was humiliation and unemployment.
Fiona started to undress.
“I won’t do it,” said Britney suddenly. “It’s wrong, and… lewd. It’s perverted, the way you treat Sweetmelons.”
Mr Star pursed his lips. “Well, then,” he said. “You’re fired. Go and sit in the corner. If you change your mind before the other girls are done, you can beg Giant Fuckbags here for your job back. You can only be rehired if she says yes. If you’re rehired, your name can be Dumbslut, to help you remember what a dumb slut you’ve been here today.”
Britney hesitated.
“That’s right,” said Mr Star. “In the corner. I want you to think about how you’ll get a job when your prospective employers ring me for a reference and I tell them I caught you fucking a dog in the break room after hours. I want you to think about how you’ll pay your bills.”
Britney went to the corner of the room.
“Now, then,” said Mr Star. “Here are the injection machines.”
He pulled the cloth off the objects against the wall. There were four in total. Each was a frame a little like a doorway. At chest height there was a kind of box, hollow on the front side, and with a rest on top of it at chin height. A little above the box was a rubber dildo attached to a strap. Another dildo was lower down, near waist height, fixed to a wooden board across the frame. There were leather straps hanging off the sides.
“Let me demonstrate on Giant Fuckbags,” said Mr Star. “Come over here, Fuckbags.”
Fiona nervously went to stand in front of the machine.
“Would you care to work the lower dildo into your pussy, please?” said Mr Star.
“Why?” said Fiona. “What is this?”
“Ah,” said Mr Star. “We’re going to be testing a chemical called bovoclopramide. It was originally developed to use on cows in heat to provoke lactation without requiring impregnation. Now, this drug has three very special properties. The first is that it requires the female body to be sexually aroused for it to have full effect. So if you’ll just slip the dildo inside yourself, Fuckbags.”
Fiona didn’t think it would go in, because her pussy was dry – except when she reached down to feel herself, she found that she wasn’t dry, but in fact very wet. Was this situation arousing to her? She felt embarrassed and slutty.
But she was able to wiggle the dildo into her pussy. As she did, Mr Star adjusted something on the machine, bringing the dildo up slightly, and soon its full length was stuffed snugly into her fuckhole. Mr Star brought a strap around behind her waist, and cinched it, and now Fiona was strapped to the machine, the dildo in her twat, unable to pull away.
Mr Star flicked a switch, and the dildo began to vibrate. Fiona moaned.
“Very good,” said Mr Star. “Now, these straps look like restraints, but they’re just to keep you in place. You can reach all the catches with your hands – which is important because each morning you’ll need to strap yourself into this by yourself, and release yourself afterwards. Would you secure the straps around your tits now, Fuckbags?”
Fiona looked down and saw that there were two straps just inside the hollow box-like structure, that her tits were now protruding into by virtue of her position.
“One around the base of each tit,” said Mr Star, “and cinch them as tight as they’ll go.”
The straps were loops. Fiona looped one over each breast and then pulled the cinches until they were snug against her skin.
“Oh, no,” said Mr Star. “Tighter than that.”
He reached out and pulled on the straps – and Fiona squealed as they tightened, constricting the base of her tits tightly, until her tits were bulging from them like lewd balloons.
“Much better,” said Mr Star. “Now your head on the chinrest, please.”
Whimpering, Fiona placed her head on the chinrest. Her tits were now completely inside the hollow box.
Mr Star fastened another strap across her back, trapping her tits inside the box, and another strap behind her head, holding her in place. He then picked up the upper dildo.
“Open up,” he said.
Fiona opened her mouth, and Mr Star pushed the cock inside. It went in far enough that it tickled the back of her throat, and Fiona had to suppress her gag reflex. Mr Star used another strap to trap it in her mouth.
“You’ll actually find that the dildo slowly leaks a liquid that tastes very much like cum,” he told her. “It convinces your body that an actual man is involved. It helps the process.”
And Fiona could indeed taste cum in her mouth now.
“What was I saying?” said Mr Star. “Three properties of the drug. The first is you must be aroused. The second is that it must be injected directly into the breasts. And the third is that it has mild acidic properties. It absolutely won’t do damage to your tits of any kind – but I’m told that it is quite excruciating for up to five minutes after injection. That’s why you have to be restrained, you see. The frame will stimulate your pussy until it senses you orgasming – and then it will administer the injection at the moment of orgasm.”
Fiona’s eyes widened, and she began to struggle. Her hands went to the straps.
“Oh, you can absolutely free yourself,” said Mr Star. “But if you do, you’re fired. Your choice.”
Fiona breathed heavily through her nose, her mouth still plugged with plastic cock. Her hands trembled.
And then she willed herself to relax, and focus on the pleasant feelings in her cunt.
Slowly, her arousal built. She couldn’t believe that she was aroused, trapped naked in this torture frame with a man and two women watching her, but she couldn’t deny that she felt an orgasm slowly coming.
And then it did hit – a powerful, body shaking orgasm.
And the second it hit, a sharp needle sank into each of her tits.
She screamed into her gag. The pain was agonising. She had never known such excruciating torment in her tits. She would have clawed at them with her hands, if she could reach them, but her hands could only scrape against the outside of the box.
And through the pain, she was cumming. She was still cumming, as her tits burned with fire.
Something clicked in her brain. A new pathway was seared between pain and pleasure.
And then it was done, and Mr Star unstrapped her from the frame.
Fiona expected to see that her tits were bright red, inflamed and aching – but there was only a tiny needle prick on each tit to offer any proof of her abuse.
“Say thank you, Fuckbags,” said Mr Star.
“Thank you, sir,” said Fiona, thanking this man for humiliating her and torturing her tits.
“Your turn next, girls,” said Mr Star, pointing to the machines.
Whimpering, the newly named Strawberry Cream and Daisy Cowtits went to the machines and allowed themselves to be strapped in.
Rather than watch them, Fiona walked over to Britney.
“You should apologise, and stay,” she whispered to the girl. It felt strange to be talking when Fiona was naked and Britney fully clothed. She wasn’t even sure why she was talking – she had no stake in what Britney did or didn’t do. But she felt compelled to try and give the girl advice.
“It’s so humiliating,” said Britney. “I can’t.”
“Is it more humiliating than what Mr Star’s going to do to you?” said Fiona. “And… he’ll do worse than that. He doesn’t like women saying ‘no’ to him. He’ll hire people to rape you, if you leave. They’ll break into your house or abduct you on the street. You’ll end up pregnant anyway. You know he can do that, and get away with it.”
Britney shuddered with fear.
“Just change your mind,” said Fiona. “Apologise, and ask me if you can come back to the company. It’s not going to be so bad, to lactate. It’ll make your tits bigger, and men like girls with big tits.”
Britney was wavering.
“It’s better than being raped, isn’t it?” asked Fiona.
“Okay,” said Britney. “Fine. May I… may I have my job back?”
Fiona opened her mouth to say yes – but she said something else instead.
Spreading her legs, she used her fingers to pull her pussy lips back, exposing her cunt and clitoris.
“Lick me,” was what she said.
Britney’s eyes widened.
“What?” she said.
“Lick me,” said Fiona. “Just once, and I’ll tell Mr Star to rehire you.”
“Why?” asked Britney.
Because she could. Because Mr Star was watching with approval. Because Fiona could make this pretty girl lick her pussy, even though she didn’t want to, and there would be no consequences.
“Do you want the job or not?” asked Fiona.
Trembling, Britney leaned forward, extended her tongue, and took a long lick of Fiona’s cunt, from fuckhole to clit. Fiona trembled with intense pleasure.
“Good girl,” said Fiona. “Mr Star, I think you should re-hire Dumb Slut here.”
“Excellent,” said Mr Star. “Welcome aboard, Dumb Slut. Take off your clothes, and we’ll fit you to a machine.”
Fiona heard Samantha – Strawberry Cream – make an incoherent scream into her dildo gag as she orgasmed, and had her tits stabbed full of the lactation-inducing drug. She knew that Daisy Cowtits would be making a similar sound soon.
This was going to happen every morning from now on. Every morning she was going to come in here and fuck a machine to make it hurt her tits worse than anything she had ever experienced. Every morning, until… what?
Fiona told herself that she had no choices. She told herself that this was being done to her, and that it wasn’t something she was choosing.
But her mind was full of the erotic experience of forcing Britney to lick her pussy. And the idea was in her head that one lick wasn’t enough, and how very pleasurable it would be to hump Britney’s crying face until Fiona felt herself squirting into Britney’s mouth…
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